Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.